A/N: this was a speedy try for a story I thought while in bed, so don't judge crappy story-telling that bad OK, I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: as usual, I own nothing; if I did I would have made them a couple a long time ago.
« Maybe I should head home while I still have the chance, I don't need anything from him…No I don't! » she screamed affirmatively oblivious that she already reached the house/mansion, her feet found trouble ascending the white stairs, yet she gathered her whole strength to knock lightly on the front door, the door wasn't unfamiliar to her as much the man living behind it, she wasn't sure how he would react especially since she haven't seen him lurking at the bar out of late, he stayed clear of her path, not even bothering to say hello… what was she thinking? She shouldn't be upset that he disappeared, she hated him remember, she threatened him to stay out of her way, yep she just shouldn't.
An old woman opened the door urgently, she welcomed her with a cheerful smile, she was the woman who treated her with warm chocolate milk whenever she started to write Klaus's memoirs, and even baked her some cookies on the go, she was a nice compelled lady who works for a monster and his family, it was ironic how they shared a few qualities of their own, nevertheless she smiled back "hi! Am looking for Klaus is he around?" the lady lifted her hand aiming for the stairs, Camille instantly knew he was in his study room, she climbed the snail shape staircase then opted for her right, and there he was, waiting for her.
" Who do I owe this lovely pleasure Camille" Klaus said never taking his eyes from his scotch, he even seemed bothered or disappointed to see her, she swallowed hard as she attempted to coordinate her thoughts properly " well, hello to you to Klaus, am not here to bother you, am just here for an unfinished business" he looked questionably " and what unfinished business that might be" she crossed the threshold of the study room so only the desk separating them "well Klaus, am here for my paycheck, I thought you hired me for that, not compelled me to…" she paused a little than countered "I won't have asked you if I didn't need to pay my tuition" a fainted smile appeared on his lips, as if he was mocking her in his own devilish way, seeing his response she added " or not, I think I'll handle it by my own, goodbye".
Klaus suddenly stood up from his chair "wait Camille!" prompting her to return; and as she did so, he looked at her admiringly "I'll write you a check, just need to remember why I've put it" he paused then continued "I get to forget things out of late, don't mind me love, it will take just a second" he proudly suggested the seat for her to sit, she sat right away while murmuring faintly "ha! How Ironic of you" , he laughed hard as he opened the closet drawer , reaching for a red checkbook, implying that he heard her whisper "well, I think that's about it" he said while signing the check, he handed to her with a gleam of cheerfulness .
"A hundred thousand dollars, what the hell?" she shouted glancing at the many zeros, he returned to his chair responding "what love, not enough? I'll be happy to add another zero", she lifted her eyes debating "I don't think I did that much work for a hundred thousands worth, and I certainly don't need any charity", Klaus seemed impressed by her chivalry and dignity, so he just looked at her silently, her eyes still fixed on the check in her hand, she shouted again more doubtfully "and who the hell is John Fiddletown? Is that your fake name?", "on the contrary love, my name was and has been always Niklaus Mikaelson" he assured while gulping down his strong smelling scotch, "so who's this John guy?" she hurriedly lifted herself from the chair "Oh my god, he's someone you've compelled isn't it or worse; killed" her anger taking over her shivered body, she remembered what a guy he is as soon as she saw his smug grin "actually he's still alive and breathing love, I kind of need him for this kind of transactions, banks don't deal with the dead".
The check flew toward him as she picked her purse "I don't believe this… or you! Uh!" she shook her head skeptically at how manipulative he can be, taking advantage of poor humans to his own gain, "what love, I assure you I have many fortunes that I can count, however since am dead I can't just take my money to the bank, I need people to help me" Klaus proudly refuted, he knew that explanation is in order to evade another slap from her, he won't admit it to her, but she was one hell of a tough girl.
Camille seemed out of thoughts as she kept admiring his confidence and ease even at the lowest of his actions, then she finally spoke "I don't know what or who gave you the authority to steal people's money, but I would rather starve than take your dirty… money", her words seemed to strike a nerve in Klaus as he stood up in anger "I seem so shallow to you, you won't even believe me, so why bother? So I'll just compel your college dean to erase your debts… how's that for evil, and exploitation?"
"Don't you dare Klaus? Don't make me wish I've never had met you" her voice rose threateningly, Klaus looked at her skeptically "don't you already! love?" it was as an affirmation as opposed to a question, yet Camille denied the accusation, she focused on her feet while seemingly embarrassed to admit; uttering "No, call me crazy but I still see in you a man worth knowing, and as bad as your deeds was…or are, you still resemble a man with a kind heart" her words seemed to paint a smile on Klaus's face, he wasn't waiting for that kind of confession, but he nevertheless took it before it was taken "well love, this John guy, was a pedophile who aimed his money to innocent young and homeless girls, and what a better way to punish him than taking his source of pleasure…money", Camille almost let a smile escape when she said "am glad the always humanitarian you was there for the rescue".
"so, I guess you forgave me" Klaus joked when he saw her pick up the check again, she glanced at him "don't push your luck for today Klaus, I may still bear in mind how you used me and my personal life for your own agenda", she remembered how he always pushed her at Marcel's direction, not bothering to inquire if she liked him or not, or god forbids something happened unwillingly, Klaus began to see how upset she was getting so he tried to apology in his own way "well, am sorry love but I thought you liked him, I wouldn't have dared to push you in his way if I didn't know he was the perfect gentleman, so I guess no harm is done, isn't it!" his later statement was more like a question than curiosity, he didn't wait long for her to put him at ease "no, luckily Father Kieran told him to stay away, or I would have been stuck in a relationship am not approving of", those words were music to Klaus's ears for a strange reason, he let go of a kept breath he didn't know he's holding, then smiled gladly for her sake and his.
"I guess this is my cue to leave, it's OK really, I think I'll do just fine, even my tuition is due next semester, and that's two months later so…" she stopped herself before saying goodbye, she gently put the check on the table, Klaus approached her with a question of his own "so you really didn't need the money, or was it just a reason to come and see how I was doing". Camille's cheeks suddenly went red for a weird reason; she then countered "God! Klaus, I was just asking for my right for the hours I spent writing your…horrors and betrayals, and damaged soul experiences" he laughed at her ruffled answer "admit it! You've missed me love, it's been long since I've visited" he chuckled at how ridiculous she was getting at his observation, "you're unbelievable Klaus, I shouldn't have come here" she soon headed towards the door when she heard him confess.
"am glad you did love" he said before snatching her arm with a kind force, he faced her, inches away from her face, then he planted a soft kiss on her lips, she could swore her heart sunk and every ounce of reason escaped her mind while she grabbed his head deepening the kiss, it lasted for a few seconds, when she remembered again that she still loathes him for what he did, she pulled back, out of breath, then shook her head "I think I better go, am late for my session", she ran through the stairs at speed she didn't know she had, she got passed the door not even saying goodbye to the sweet lady or taking the fresh cookies she was holding, she just needed to breathe again and stop her disjointed beating heart.
Klaus returned to his mahogany desk, pouring another glass of scotch, but not wanting to drink it, he didn't want to forget how she tasted so soon, he couldn't even erase the grin on his face, no matter how he tried, he can't believe she cares about him as he does about her, he then begun to question if she would accept his offer for dinner, and maybe more, only time can tell, and he wasn't in a hurry.
-I hope you've enjoyed it, if you do you'll find the review or favorite button below, and if you like this ship as much as I am, I'll try to publish more, or even a sequel.